Coming from Hawai`i, the only thing I had heard about Milwaukee was that it was cold. I thought Milwaukee would be the land of perpetual winter. When I got off the plane at General Mitchell Field, it was 82 degrees. I thought, “Wow, this is nice!”

Well the next day, the high was 65 degrees and I was freezing! I had a jacket and a sweater on with long pants. For a Freshman orientation activity, we went to a lake, where people were swimming and water skiing. I thought they were crazy…. Them I saw a little animal scurrying into the brush and I exclaimed, “A baby squirrel.” People began to laugh, because it was not a squirrel but a chipmunk.

By the time I graduated in 1975, Winter became my favourite season, and I definitely knew the difference between a chipmunk and a squirrel.